Still but roaring,
the wave's top is what a creature
is, like myself.
Could be anything,
an eternity in a tyrant adventure,
as long as my lungs wrap the wringing torrent,
winds could tear the ocean apart.
And the staring cliff,
tears blooms petals on my bleak
body,
and those grey flags float on clouds,
the vast sky contains
a vanishing life in my eye,
save a new breathe for him
———my sun could sail his pacific
a forever peace.
So the ruin, beside a bouquet
which is in the hand of my spouse;
behind stones, millions souls under the sword-like sunset,
draw near the iron cold hell——
there is an everlasting flame,
in graves,
his and mine,
reborn.
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Tigress from the east
PoetryA poetry collection written by a Chinese girl. Biggest life goal of her: sitting in perfect balance of daylights and nights, back towards a mysterious naked tree, a cup of chai is better than coffee. Thinking, turn a being as living
